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Heart imitation (Sad Story)

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Violeta Aurora is a very nice and smart girl. She was my friend, a Viola who was endowed with beauty and a little talent as a violinist. His personality is very delicate and very shy. Every time I visit his house, I always hear the beautiful strains created by his pair of hands befriending his beloved violin.

However, the shortcomings that exist in him are not able to avoid reality. Now he turned withered from suffering from a weak heart disease since he was born in the world. Her parents were forced to limit her activities either at home or at school, even if Viola did not like her. Because it was all for her sake, so that she would not be weak and end up fragile. He could not stand for more than fifteen minutes, so he was always in a wheelchair.

“I'm not a weakling!!” He cried when he was getting frustrated and was forced to accept the reality of his life at this time. But when he screamed, he always painstakingly squeezed his chest and then became unconscious. What else to do? as powerful as Viola refused, the truth was that she was just a weak girl.

One day while I was visiting her house, a very sad sound of music was played by a violin behind a door that was the Viola's room. From every friction I could feel the rift of her heart.I felt how heavy the burden she was bearing was in the tones Viola played.

“The heart that is in his body at this time is not a human heart that is donated to his body.” Viola's parents' Papar. “He only uses medical equipment that functions like the heart to slightly maintain and extend his life. Although the equipment is very sophisticated and beyond everything, but it is only man-made, and man-made will not be able to last forever. There must be a time when the tool suffered a fatal disruption or damage to life threatening Viola.”

As her playmate, I can't do anything for Viola. Just trying to make him momentarily divert his suffering and accompany the rest of his life that only I can carry out. Because I am not God, who can take away his suffering and set him free. I was just a friend who felt sorry for him.

“Filya, if for example one day I am not there beside lo... what will you do?” Ask Viola one day.

“What I will do. yes.. I have to live my life alone without lo, without the joking laughs and cheerfulness lo, basically all will be quiet deh.. especially if you lose the humorous lo.” My answer.

“Hahaha..lo no-anything, besides I am also not going anywhere times.I can not live without lo and bokap-nyokap I.”.

But, could it be that he won't leave me someday?

Today is a happy day for violinist Violeta Aurora. He will audition for talent with his loyal friend who always accompanies him, his father's favorite violin.

“Filya, today.the stage throne will be entirely mine. And all the audience will surely be fascinated with me. and then, mobile number, I'm pretty.Are you not? hahaha.!” Canda Viola backstage with me. As always, his sense of humor is always able to break the tension.

“Ya.. we are already a temen from toddler. yes time just watch the cement show is only calculated loss?”

Viola smiled at me. “Still yes! and. I'm sorry if for example I ever made the same mistake lo. And also. anterin my apologies to my bokap-nyokap also yes?”

I was confused by what Viola said. An apology? Wh-wh-what for?

“Why the hell do you have to apologize all. I will always apologize for your mistakes. You have no record of my sins. Relax, I anterin ntar to bokap-nyokap lo.”

And when Viola was called by the host she said, “Bye-bye, Filya. Arigatoo Gozaimasu (thank you)!” while waving his hand at me. Like a farewell greeting.

The slow, moving tone made the audience shed tears. The aura of sadness was clearly visible on the sound of his tone. Handel's composition, an old composition that tells of a person who survived despite bearing the heavy burden he was carrying in the world he was currently playing in, exuded a deep sadness. The spectators applauded as Viola finished his final note.

Viola placed his violin on his lap and asked for the mmikrophone that the host had brought. “Everything, thanks for applauding and giving standing applause for me. I am very happy.especially for my parents and my dear friend, Filya. Thank you for helping me survive my current illness. Thank you for supporting me to the end, even to this day. Sorry, I.”

Uncompleted Viola spoke, the microphone she was holding dropped. She's speechless. All the spectators ran over to Viola, especially with her parents who were instantly in tears after hearing the fact that the life journey sheet of Violeta Aurora had experienced a miserable ending.

Now, after the story of Violeta Aurora, who tried to survive struggling with her shortcomings with the heart of imitation lodged in her body. Goodbye Viola, rest in peace there. God has given you eternal healing in heaven.

Story by: Kevina Susanti

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